Modes of transportation enchant me.  All it takes is the entry fee and time, and you will end up in a different world.  The world may be the downtown of where you live, a different state, or continent.  What you bring is up to you, how you deal with issues is up to you, and whether you make it or fail once you get there is up to you, all it takes is an entry fee and time. 

Waiting to get on a bus can teach you what the journey may be like.  Waiting for a plane can teach you all about modern security. 

I've met a wide variety of people.  Two of the most notable were a man that I didn't speak with.  He had a block of cheese in his pocket and I heard him utter "I've just awoken to reality."  I don't know if he was heading too or from said reality, but where he was going mattered.

The second most interesting bus experiance I've had was talking to a lady named "Trinket" about the Portland sex scene.  I wasn't aware that it existed, but apparently these are people who do it all the time, multiples, and "enjoy the fuck out of [them]selves." 

While working downtown, and taking a bus daily to work, I started to recognize people.  One man, I called the wizard, always had a blackbrimmed hat and a walking stick with a crystal affixed at the top with copper wire.

Is it about the journey or the destination?  Both have value, but you can only enjoy the journey in the moment. 

I might be scare in updating.  I am away from my homebase, and will be spending some time in hawaii due to societal expectation of the time.

 

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